The tension in the cabin was very heavy as Sophie sat by the fire, trying to process everything she and Darius had discovered about the prophecy.
Her thoughts moved like a storm, each new piece of information were only adding to the chaos.
Darius was outside, speaking with his guards, leaving her alone for the moment.
She was grateful for the quiet, and it did not calm her down much.
A knock at the door sounded and disrupted the silence, and making her jump. Sophie frowned. Darius would not have knock.
She hesitated, her heart pounding as she approached the door. "Darius?"
When no answer came, she opened it cautiously, the cool air brushing against her skin.
Her breath raising as her eyes met a familiar face.
"Luke?"
He stood there, his boyish charm intact but with a side that she had not noticed before.
His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and his smile did not quite reach his eyes.
